If you were Queen of pleasure
And I were King of pain
We'd hunt down Love together,
Pluck out his flying-feather,
And teach his feet a measure,
And find his mouth a rein;
If you were Queen of pleasure
And I were King of pain.
(Swinburne - A Match)
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Beaty is simple. So it's the pleasure, so it's the pain.
ReplyDeleteWell, Nietzsche argued that the slave "knows blessedness (pleasure) only in no longer resisting anyone or anything" and called the Christianity (despised for its slave-morality) "a sublime further evolution of hedonism on a thoroughly morbid basis" (so brilliantly put :-) but this is Nietzsche :-). Nietzsche's slave fears the pain and this can end only in a religion of love, as he explains. However, he overlooks one simple (paradoxical?) thing: the slave's love for pain, that can only end in a religion of freedom. Pain is deliverance, and in pain the slave finds an absolute freedom, unknown to the master (again: paradoxically?). Because the master can never forget his will and responsibility, so ultimately he cannot experience the total abandon of self.
ReplyDeleteAnd yes, absolute freedom is absolute simplicity. But we will have to go to Zen to understand how this (kanso, 簡素, simplicity) can become also beauty and grace :-)
ReplyDeletethe comment is in the perfect association of the photograph and the poem, which is the comment of the photograph: "Love's unfulfilled promisses"
ReplyDeleteI recognize your nose.. :p
ReplyDeletewell, i wouldn't be so sure (this goes for your other comment as well, in which you think that you have recognized my back :-)
ReplyDeletenot even people who know me in real life recognize me in my self-experiment photos :-)